Page 21 of Legal Seduction
How the hell had he found out where she lived? And how had he gotten inside the building? But then she knew. He had somehow charmed his way inside, just like he’d charmed his way inside her the night before.
Abandoning the button for the bell, he pounded on the door instead. “Bette, I know you’re inside, and I’m not leaving until you let me in.”
She didn’t doubt that he would keep ringing her bell and pounding on the door until she did. And if she ever wanted the neighbors to warm up to her, she shouldn’t risk alienating any of them with a noise disturbance.
With a sigh, she turned the dead bolt and opened the door. “What are you doing here?” she asked as she leaned against the jamb, blocking his way inside.
But she didn’t deter him. He put his hands on her shoulders and moved her aside so he could enter. “Simon!” She gasped. But she closed the door behind him.
“Don’t you mean how?” he asked. “You didn’t change your address with HR.”
HR was a couple of women who handled payroll and benefits. He was really Human Resources, the one who personally interviewed and hired all applicants. Her face flushed at the thought of him asking those gossipy women where she lived.
“Then how?” she asked.
“One of your former roommates gave me your good news.”
She tensed. What roommate? And what exactly had he told him? She was afraid to ask so she returned to her original question. “Why?”
He grinned. “John Paul couldn’t resist my charm.”
John Paul. He had probably fallen in love with Simon at first sight. But JP loved her, too, so he wouldn’t have revealed too much information. He’d probably only told Simon where she was because the guy was a hopeless romantic.
Bette was too practical for romance. Or at least that was what she’d always thought until last night and that romantic candlelit dinner Simon had catered for them.
“Why are you here?” she asked. That was the question she really wanted him to answer. Did he want more the way she did?
“I should have tracked you down last night,” he said, “after you ran out the way you did.”
Her face heated with embarrassment. She had acted like a fool, thinking she could act. That had been stupid. “It was late,” she said. “And I was too drunk to work.” Maybe he would think that was why she’d done what she had, undressing for him.
“I’m here to bring you to work,” he said. “You still have nine days to go on your two-week notice—if you still want to leave.”
Her already racing pulse quickened even more with surprise. “You still want me there?”
He stared down at her, and his blue eyes darkened. Then his gaze skimmed down her body, over her fleece robe, as if he could see right through it.
Her nipples tightened in reaction, and heat rushed to her core. She’d never wanted anyone the way she wanted him. And that had been before she’d even known how he felt inside her and how much pleasure he could give her.
“I definitely still want you,” he said, and there was no mistaking the intent in his deep, sensual voice.
“But—but that’s not your usual MO,” she protested.
“Usual MO?” he asked as he arched a dark blond brow. “What is my usual MO?”
Maybe she was still a little buzzed from the wine the night before or the sex, because her filter was off again. She answered him honestly, “You’re notorious for being the king of one-night stands.”
He didn’t deny it; he just chuckled. “Is that why you ran out the way you did last night?”
She nodded. “And since we had one night...”
“You thought that was all I would want?”
Realizing she should have used more tact, she sank her teeth into her bottom lip and just nodded her head.
He stepped closer, until his body pressed against hers. And dropping his voice to a low, sexy whisper, he murmured, “One night with you would never be enough.”
She gasped as her core began to throb with desire for him. And he took her mouth, kissing her deeply. His tongue slid between her lips, like his cock had slid inside her last night. His hands moved to her shoulders again, but he didn’t move her aside this time. He pulled her closer.
Her breasts crushed against his chest; her heart pounded madly—in perfect rhythm with his. Just like they’d been last night...
That rhythm had been fast and frantic, though, as they’d both lost control. She couldn’t lose control again the way she had before. She had to remember who and what he was: Simon Kramer, heartbreaking charmer and ruthless attorney.
